I Relish Being Hungry For Popslop Grub

I relish being hungry for popslop grub... (on second thought lemme join anorexic club until rib cage protruding taut and visible doubling as drum to drub synchronized with heart that goes lub dub). She painstakingly lovingly doth strew haphazardly she threw leftovers together, this snowy December seventeenth two thousand twenty thoroughly cooked in microwave until... poor excuse for my meal appeared with consistency of shoe leather. Think of the missus not afraid to experiment buzzfeeding me questionable resultant glop pantomimed  for my guessing pleasure never in bajillion years as amateurish Marcel Marceau charade performance courtesy the spouse, an entrée she gave - yours truly immediately sought to evade me subsequently evincing horrific puckered mealy mouth as though I swallowed hand grenade figurative exploding oral cavity feeble futile gesticulation inveighed. Thus, methinks himself wise to don cooking apron please do not ask why trumpeting self as master chef boyardee so move over wife and allow husband to try his hand (using skill - let) me prepare Thai and/or other Asian cuisine dish, cuz when free to potschke (To fuss or "mess around" inefficiently and inexpertly), I haint shy to blend (indiscriminately) ingredients ofttimes yours truly barley able to ply boiling water since significant other does not give this garden variety and generic, gimlet eyed gourmandizing guilt free Earth friendly gumption goaded guy. Every so often yours truly gets so hungry, he could (not neigh sayimself) eat a horse (yours truly jest kidding hoof course) truth be told, I only eat one meal per day all day from son up to son down, me a force tubby reckoned with, who if he gives way to vice event chew wooly experiences remorse. Hum glad to share mine reasonably rhyming hook twenty six letters linkedin amidst various combinations, formations, permutations,... allows, enables, and provides a look into the mindscape of Matthew Scott Harris doth show himself with steely dangling nonsense with sense and sensibility he forsook.